We left New Yorkin search of an ideaever fleetingand a need to come to terms with you AmericaRolling hillsand a curving roadour path is unknownbeyond ..
Our Placewas on the third flooron top of a hill.Our Eagles Nest.A sanctuary fromthe grime.We wouldsit thereListen to thescreams and bottlesbreak.Could..
My hands are gnarled remnantsof once soft child's handsThese hardened mitts Broken sliced and twisted underthe pressures of this world. A lifetime of..
Watch the sunriseits the constantthat keeps me coolit never failslike waves crashing in Long BeachI live to daydreamto wondersometimes it can be too m..
I sat there on that couchfor weeksGetting up to crap and pissand buy morebeer and stoges.The smoke was on delivery.The coffee table was litteredwith e..
I dancewhen I am AloneThrusting my bodyin waysGod never intendedDown emptylonely streetsin the darkestearly morning hoursWith a skip in my stepOccasio..